Images of broken light whichdance before me like a million eyesThat call me on and on across the universeThoughts meander like arestless wind inside a letter boxthey tumble blindly asthey make their way across the universe

martes, 3 de marzo de 2009

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.Strawberry Fields forever.Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out.It doesn't matter much to me.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.Strawberry Fields forever.

No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low.That is you can't you know tune in but it's all right.That is I think it's not too bad.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.Strawberry Fields forever.

Always no sometimes think it's me, but you know I know when it's a dream.I think, er No, I mean, er Yes but it's all wrong.That is I think I disagree.